Chapter 39 #2
As if the men sitting around me were waiting for their cue, they all stab me.
My back, side, ass cheeks, anywhere they can reach is at their mercy.
The alpha in front of me yanks my head back so he can spit in my mouth when I scream.
The muscle relaxants keep me pliable, but they do not protect me from the blinding pain that hits my nerve endings.
The scents of road kill, pickles, rubber, and other noxious smells overwhelm my senses as I gag. And the alpha holding my head unzips his slacks as he watches as drool and spit escape past my lips and down my chin.
“You’re going to be fun,” he chuckles, pulling out his dick.
His blonde hair is short and spiked, and he’s in his mid fifties.
Men like this remind me of my father in a way.
They have too much power, and not enough sense.
His icy blue eyes lift behind me, and he grins wider. “Want to do the honors?”
A slap across my ass warns me there’s someone directly behind me, and the motorized table spreads my thighs further so he can step between them. There’s no way to fight it since I’m strapped down to the table, and even if I wasn’t, Avery made sure I couldn’t.
The unbuckling of the man’s belt behind me is loud, and one of the men at the table drags the flat of his blade through the blood staining my skin due to my wounds before stabbing me again.
The men talk to each other as if I’m just a normal Saturday night poker game with the guys, and one of them digs something that feels like a thin blade into my skin to make his own fucked up drawings.
None of them care that I’m a person with a pack who loves her, or that I don’t want to be here. My vocal cords don’t work well enough to beg even if I was inclined to, yet my screams are wordless and shrill as the men play with my life. The point is to use and toy with me until I die.
A heavy cock slaps my ass hard, and fear nestles even deeper into my soul. There’s no help coming, no one is going to stop this, and I can hear Avery whispering furiously to Tina about wanting to watch somewhere in the room.
I swore when I killed my family I would never have to endure someone else’s touch, yet my father is making me a liar. From his fiery grave, he is laughing his ass off because he’s responsible for this.
Tears finally begin to escape my eyes as the blonde alpha snorts cruelly, his thumbs spreading the liquid over my cheeks.
“Somehow, I hoped you’d cry. We haven’t even started yet, baby,” he murmurs. “We’re gonna fuck you real good. Just you wait.”
The crown of a cock pushes against my asshole, and somehow that manages an attempt to squeeze tightly to keep it out.
“I think we have a broken omega,” the man mutters as he spits on my asshole. “Why isn’t she slicking?”
“Sir, blood works just as well,” Tina calls out. “From the look of it, she seems to have an abundance for you to use. Unfortunately, not all omegas slick when they’re raped.”
“Do you have anything to make her want it?” he asks.
Panic. It’s unadulterated and so strong, I lose my vision and hearing. I don’t want to want it! If there are medications to bring on someone’s heat, suppress it, break bonds, and make omegas more susceptible to alpha barks, then there has to be something to make an omega slick.
I want to die knowing I was true to my pack, right up until the end.
“Unfortunately not.” I’ve never been so happy to hear Avery’s voice as she replies in a clipped, short tone. “I’ve been working on developing something, but it’s not ready yet.”
I don’t know how I know this to be a lie, but I do. Her footsteps get closer, and I can tell she’s enjoying herself. Avery turns my head as she gazes down at me, her lips twisting with cruelty.
“Make a deep cut on her lower back and use that to fuck her. Enjoy.” Avery leans down until her lips graze my ear, whispering, “I’ll be watching you draw your last breath, even though I won’t be present. Check. Mate. Bitch.”
No sooner does she step back, than I feel the slice of pain as someone does as she suggested. The blood oozes down my ass crack, coating the man’s dick, and he groans as he thrusts violently into my hole.
“Thank you,” he says.
“My pleasure. It’s been lovely doing business with you. Please let yourselves out when you’re done. Unfortunately, I have another engagement.”
“Go, go,” the blonde says, pulling on my lower jaw to open my mouth. “We’ve got it from here.”
As he watches the way his dick disappears into my mouth, he squeezes my jaw painfully to keep me from biting him.
Except, I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.
Avery is having the last laugh, because I can’t defend myself.
My screams get louder as the alphas fuck me at both ends, and I lose myself to my despair.
Avery’s entire team is leaving the building, and the footsteps are loud as they evacuate. The group around me is too occupied to realize what’s happening, content to continue making me scream.
I wish I could say I don’t give them the enjoyment of my screams, but we are well past that. The man at my left elbow digs his knife into my back, and everyone glances at his work.
“It says my cock was here,” one of them laughs.
“It will be as soon as he’s done. The girl in charge said there’s an incinerator where we can drop her body when we’re done. There will be no evidence we were here,” he grunts. “We can fuck her up good.”
“She’s really tight,” the alpha behind me groans.
A hand squeezes my throat, and I hope the blonde alpha loses control and kills me. For the first time since I accepted my pack, I wish for death. Hope disappears with every letter carved into my body and every crude sound they make.
“You won’t be given the opportunity to pass out,” the blonde growls.
As if he gave the men around me a command, they stab me in unison, pulling a scream from my lips.
“We won’t let you go numb, there will be no escape, and when you finally die, it’ll be because we allowed it to happen.”
The words lay across my soul like a brand as my blood drips off the table onto the concrete floor, evidence that they control whether I live or die.
The men use my holes brutally, and I can feel my lips split from dehydration. My face bruises as the blonde holds my face so it won’t fall down, and the blood continues to drip, drip, drip.
The blonde keeps his promise as the knives continue to cut me, and my nerves scream in the same tune as the sounds coming from my mouth. When the man behind me begins to lose his rhythm, I can’t even be grateful he’s almost done, because the man who claimed dibs stands to get in line.
This will never end, and they gruesomely begin taking bets on how long I’ll last.
An hour, four, two days, a week. The difference in length is wild as they discuss how to extend my life, while others complain they have events to attend. It all seems so normal as they squabble, outside of the fact that a person is laid out as their own personal fuck toy.
Their laughs echo around the empty warehouse walls, but there’s no chance anyone will hear anything. We are deep inside the warehouse.
It’s just me and the alphas who will end my life.
A knot pushes into both my mouth and my asshole, and all I can do is gasp in a breath before fingers pinch my nose as the alpha’s knot fills my mouth.
“If you won’t suck, I’ll make you search for your oxygen,” the blonde snarls. “You don’t fucking deserve it.”
I can’t make any noise as he forces me to search for my oxygen, and my throat hurts as he invades it with his thrusts. My screams move inward, and I make as much fucking noise as I want in the privacy of my mind.
He pulls away and allows me to breathe as he comes down my throat, only to have me choke on it instead. Sputtering, gasping, gagging, none of these things matter to them as they laugh at my expense. I’m a commodity they bought, and nothing else.
I’m sorry. It looks like I won’t be making it home.
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VERONA
We’ve broken the five block area into sections. While some of the warehouses are empty, others are full of factory people even on a Saturday. The police are taking care of those buildings, while we search the ones that seem abandoned.
Nothing can be left to chance.
Ciro and I are clearing a warehouse now, together with several of Nico’s men, but it doesn’t appear as if anyone has been here outside of squatters and drug users. The paraphernalia left on the ground is ignored as I continue walking through the building.
Each warehouse is huge, which means it takes time to clear it. I’m wearing pants and a long sleeve lightweight shirt to protect my skin as I hold my gun in my hand, getting more and more frustrated with each passing minute.
There have unfortunately been a lot of minutes that have been spent in these buildings, and despite the cooler air as the hotter part of the day passes, I’m still sweating.
I keep waiting to feel something through the bond with Rosa, yet it's as silent as a tomb. I know she’s alive, but little else passes through. I’m not sure if I’m still too far, or if she’s shielding herself. Even Ciro shakes his head from time to time, rubbing his chest as we walk.
It would make the most sense if Rosa is shielding unconsciously to protect us. I simply wish she wouldn’t so I can find her.
We’ve been walking around for two hours, and Nico keeps getting worse. His voice is nothing more than grunts and growls unless he focuses more, and his brothers are struggling to stay positive.
We’re going to lose everything if we lose Rosa.
Breathe. My nostrils flare as I suck in a breath, and I walk out of the building into the street.
We have a few hours of sunlight left before night falls, something that’ll make finding Rosa all the more difficult.
The homeless take over this area after dark, and if I’m honest, I have to admit I spent my nights over here as well.
It’s away from the tourists, quiet, and easier to find a quiet place to hide in when you have nowhere else to stay.